syncopated.

it's been a whirlwind of post-prelim events. sailing continues to provide lessons

even when i haven't been sailing.

the power of one - it's called the power of one. hear that?

how disappointing.

besides that, i started the 3k run 2 min late and still beat stine, cycled down for lunch, sailed the europe dinghy for the weekend, exhausted myself at the cage, took a ride in a subaru wrx.

for my 18th birthday dad decided to be a bit naughty and bought me a very sexy G-string.

... and an E-string, an A-string, a D-string, a B-string and a high E-string. 2 sets actually. d'addario! gotta love it.

also picked up a capo on friday so now i can play street spirit (fade out) and still sing in tune at the same time. it's a masterpiece that one.

this morning my battlefield headquarters has been tidied up, so all the files and documents and maps are in place. it's day 276 of operation 45 points and the preparations have been made, the situation has been sized up and we're awaiting the all clear signal to launch the first salvo.

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